English Drabble 25September

"Margarite!" Vivian screeched at me as she came backstage, her boa and dress flapping around her. "Come now, darling, you're hardly dressed! Make-up, hair --get into those stockings, you know they slim your legs down." Viv patted my tush and tsked at me. "You really do need to gain some weight to fill out your curves --how do you ever expect to make it as a girl?"

"Sorry Vivi." I ducked my head apologetically and shimmied into the pale green dress I was wearing for tonight's dance. As I grabbed my wig and began pinning it to my real hair, Vivian coated my face briskly in powder and make-up.

"Don't forget your earrings!" she hissed at me, pressing the gaudy pearls into my hand as I ran to stage left where I make my entrance. I clipped them on, then gave myself a quick shake, making sure my breasts were firmly attached and my garters were high enough on my legs. As the opening strains of "Anything Goes" began, I twirled out on stage and Posed, perfectly balanced on my four inch stilettos.

The boys in the crowd went wild. This was Manhattan, this was vaudeville, this was drag at its finest. And for just one sweet moment, I felt like a queen.